Above the empty ruins of the Floating City, only Mistra remained frozen in place, her right hand still hanging in midair, maintaining a stabbing posture.
After a brief dead silence, a low, indifferent voice slowly came from behind the shattered high-rise ruins in the distance:
"I actually wanted to have a proper talk with you."
As the words fell, black mist abruptly gathered and churned behind the jumble of rocks, strands of pitch-black energy entwining and weaving together, gradually condensing into a tall, slender humanoid silhouette.
Lis stepped slowly out of the Shadow, his gaze calmly fixed on Mistra not far away.
Her expression was composed, without a trace of panic.
From the very start, the one standing before Mistra had only been a Mirror Body Avatar he had summoned by expending Magic Power.
He knew how dangerous this place was; he would never casually place his true self in a perilous situation.
